[FELLFROSCH]
(KISS ME [FURRY FROG])
She keeps very still
To be fingered is all she will
Swelling in the dried out grass
Her misty eyes fill up fast
She's captured and can't breakaway
Never sees the light of the day
With lustful shivers as she pleads
The tongues of men to serve her needs
Kiss me
She bites in every tongue so tight
To be licked is what she likes
But as it leaves a bitter taste
She is seldom just embraced
She's captured...
Kiss me
The tongue slides out from the mouth
And slaps her wild in ecstasy
Hard and long right up front
She bleeds so badly from her snout
She's captured....
Kiss me
on my moistened lips
Kiss me
With it's bitter taste
Kiss me
© RAMMSTEIN 1997,1998
translation by Rob Hoare
